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three’s a crowd // draco malfoy (cologne pt 2)

request from @jadam268 : after y/n and draco had kissed that day and confessed they had smelled each other in their amortentia, draco and y/n had a known relationship. however the yule ball was coming up and draco still hadn’t mentioned it to y/n. you tried to hint it at draco but he never took it. cedric and y/n were in the same charms class. he was always interested in her/you. after awhile cedric noticed u hadnt been asked for the yule ball. this caused a small love triangle to build up. (you can choose the rest haha its all up to you but if you want please let y/n and draco end up together still🥺)

a/n: my first request!! this is a sequel to cologne, and i hope it lives up to the first one. i really loved the idea for this so thank you again @jadam268 <333 (i looked for that gif of draco shoving people out of the way during that scene of hagrid’s first class, but i couldn’t find it. here is an equally attractive gif of draco) [the gif is not mine]

summary: Cedric Diggory takes notice when Draco hasn’t officially asked you to the Yule Ball. Cedric only wants to make sure you don’t go alone ;)

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part 1 here: https://plant-flwrs.tumblr.com/post/628194591952257024/cologne-draco-malfoy-3k-an-another-tik-tok

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Through tall, ancient windows, soft sunshine flooded the castle halls.

You and Pansy walked through the crowded hallway with your arms linked, talking about the upcoming Yule Ball.

"Oh of course he will, don't be daft," Pansy said, rolling her eyes.

"I don't know, Pansy," you bit the inside of your cheek, a nervous habit, "he hasn't even mentioned it!"

You and Draco had been nearly inseparable since you had both confessed your feelings for each other. The day the ball was announced, you excitedly looked to your boyfriend, only to find him casting a charm to make Goyle's frog have hair. Every day since you hinted at it. You had even asked him what color your dress should be but he still hadn't properly asked you. It was weighing on you, the uncertainty of not knowing what Draco was thinking. It made you question his feelings for you. Had he not liked you enough to have you on his arm, to parade you in front of the school?

"He's just a boy, y/n, they're stupid creatures," Pansy said matter-of-factly, pushing her short hair behind her shoulder, "I expect you've got to bring it up."

"I have!" you unlinked your arms, throwing your hands into the air in exasperation.

Pansy looked at you sympathetically, which really only made you feel worse, "I'm just trying to help."

"I know," you hadn't meant to make Pansy feel bad, but it was just so frustrating, "I just don't know what else to do."

Pansy rubbed your arm kindly, and you gave her a weak smile.

"What else to do about what?" Draco's voice purred in your ear as he eased up next to you.

"She's got a big Charm's project coming up, doesn't like her partner very much," Pansy said quickly, giving your arm one final soothing rub before she walked ahead of you and up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower.

"Who's your partner?" Draco said worriedly.

"Diggory," you said, sighing as the lie left your mouth. You were actually quite pleased to have Cedric as your partner, he was smart and kind. The Hufflepuff attitude was a nice contrast to the brooding Slytherins you loved so much.

"Diggory?" Draco repeated, crossing his arms like a pouting child, "he's an oaf."

You didn't agree, but you didn't defend Cedric. You had to seem cross about him being your partner, and it was better to have Draco think that's why you were upset. A small part of you wanted to ask Draco then, why he hadn't asked you. You felt ashamed to even bring it up, afraid he would just look at you like the answer was obvious: you aren't good enough.

Draco pulled your robes close to him and ducked into an enclave in the hallway. You glanced at your watch while he moved the two of you with ease; you still had enough time before Charms.

Draco pushed you against the cold, stone wall and brought his hand to your face. His thumb grazed your cheekbone, and he stared into your eyes for a moment.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, before his lips connected to yours.

He was gentle and slow, but his body pressed against yours feverishly. Your hands fell to the back of his neck. You felt his tie had slipped from under the collar of his shirt, so you fixed it quickly. He smiled at the gesture and you could feel the upturn of his lips. Your fingers twirled in the hair on the back of his head, and your fingernails lightly grazed his scalp. Draco made a heavenly moaning sound into your mouth. His hands slid from your face to your waist, pushing past your robes. His nimble fingers eventually nudged your shirt untucked on each side of your waist, and he slipped his hands to rest on the bare skin of your hips.

You felt your mind going foggy but still had enough sense to open your eyes and look at your watch while Draco's head ducked to suck on your neck.

"Dray," your voice was weak and barely audible, "Dray, I've got to get to class."

Draco pulled away from you slowly, upset to have to do so. He had a proud smile on, and his eyebrows tugged upwards smugly. His eyes fell to your neck, where his lips had previously been attached.

"No you didn't," you knew the look on his face and brought your fingers up to feel the pain of a small bruise forming.

"I did," he replied, moving his fingers to graze over the love bite he had given you.

You sighed, pretending to be annoyed with him.

He laughed, his hand going to move some hair behind your ear. He pulled up the collar of your shirt, pushing it to hide the mark.

"There, all better," he said proudly, not trying to hide his ridiculous smile.

You moved your collar back down, your face becoming flushed. You swatted Draco's hand away and adjusted your hair to fall over the mark.

"Walk me to class," you said, clutching his hand and dragging him away before he could accept the offer.

Sitting in Charms class, Cedric Diggory stood leaning over your shoulder to look at your work. You could feel his toned chest pressed against your back, and his breath was hot on your cheek as he read the paragraph you had written for your project.

"I like it," he muttered, moving to stand straight and offering you a crooked smile.

You smiled back as thanks for his compliment.

"You're a really good writer, y/n," he continued, going to continue the wand movements required for the charm.

"Thank you, Cedric," he only smiled at you, now returning his focus to his wand.

You wrote down what he was doing, the project requiring an essay about the technicalities of the Confundus Charm. You felt tempted to write about how his brown hair fell wonderfully over his forehead, or how his shoulders looked strong and handsome as he stood tall, but figured it was unnecessary to the assignment.

He looked onto his Hufflepuff housemate, his brow furrowed, and with unwavering confidence, he cast the spell.

"Confundo!"

His housemate shuddered, the Confundus charm obviously working. She looked dazed at Cedric, waiting for him to tell her something, give her something to do. You wrote quickly, watching the way her eyes looked a little glassy, and the way her hands fell limply by her sides.

"Uh," Cedric started, looking back at you with a giddy grin on his face, "go get my books."

You watched her, your quill moving as fast as you could manage. She walked to Cedric's desk, across the room, and picked up his books. She walked back and placed them delicately on the table next to you.

Professor Flitwick must have noticed the charm take effect, and he walked over to the three of you.

"Very well done, Mister Diggory," he praised Cedric, moving his wand to cast the charm that would release the girl from the effects of Cedric's Confundus charm.

The girl looked at Cedric, seeming confused. He nodded and smiled at her, and she walked off, her hand nursing the side of her head as if she had a headache. You wrote that down.

Cedric fell into the seat next to you, his arm falling to the back of your chair.

"Did you get all of it?" he questioned, leaning in close once again, "Especially how handsome I looked?"

You laughed weakly at his joke, mainly because you had thought about how handsome he looked while casting the charm. You felt a wave of guilt rush over you, thinking about Draco. You shouldn't be ogling over Cedric, but then again, shouldn't Draco have asked you to the ball by now?

Charms class had been fun for the next few days. You had finished the final draft of your essay earlier in the week, leaving you and Cedric with plenty of time to talk.

"You and Malfoy still going at it?" Cedric questioned, his tone changing when he said Draco's name.

You flashed a confused looked at Cedric, hoping he continued his thought.

"You're neck, it seems to have healed," he continued, his hand moving to brush your hair back to expose your neck.

"He's my boyfriend, Cedric," you said, confused as to where this topic of conversation came from.

Pansy had teased you in the past, insisting that Cedric had some sort of crush on you.

"He's staring at you right now, y/n," she'd say loudly at the great hall, "big puppy dog eyes!" She would laugh, and you would lock eyes with Cedric, sending him a polite smile while his face would blush red.

"He's not much of a boyfriend," Cedric mumbled, ducking his head into his Muggle Studies homework.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you said, becoming slightly annoyed by his comments about Draco.

"He hasn't even asked you to the ball," he said, raising his head to look at your shocked and slightly hurt expression.

"How do you-" Cedric interrupted you, seeming pleased with how the conversation was going

"How do I know he hasn't asked you? Y/n, everyone knows when one of the prettiest girls in their year has been asked to the ball, and everyone knows when they haven't," he looked at you with a kind and sympathetic look.

Cedric Diggory had just called you one of the prettiest girls in your year, and yet your face blushed red from embarrassment over the fact that people knew Draco hadn't asked you to the ball.

"Cedric, I appreciate your concern for Malfoy and I," you only used Draco's last name when you were cross with him, "but if he doesn't ask me, I'll be going alone."

Cedric furrowed his brows and a slight scowl came over his face. He looked at you for a while before something in his face changed. He didn't look angry, but determined. He was determined to make sure you didn't go to the Yule Ball alone.

The Slytherin table erupted with conversation. Next to you, Pansy was chatting away with Daphne Greengrass about the dress her mother had sent her for the ball. On your other side, Draco angled his body away from you, talking to Blaise about his newest plan to get Harry Potter expelled.

You stared into your plate of roast chicken with mashed potatoes, pushing it all around on your plate. You had already run Pansy's ear off about what had happened in Charms earlier that day, but you still felt fixated on it. Cedric's words ran through your head, especially his comment about your status of appearance. The longer you thought about it, the angrier you got with Draco. Your built-up resentment and inward worries about him had gotten the best of you. Instead of being direct and asking him, you sulked cowardly and gave him the silent treatment.

Draco had been fine to let you sulk in peace, reasons unbeknownst to him, until a delicate, but rather large, paper airplane landed in front of you on the table. The piece of paper had been enchanted to fly its way across the hall, and when it landed, it unfolded itself rather impressively.

Draco had seen it in the air, and by the time it landed he had turned towards you, abandoning his discussion with Blaise.

It sat in front of you, and once it lay flat, you gathered it in your hands.

Y/n, You looked quite miserable over there with Malfoy, why not come sit with me? I have enough sense to ask you to the ball, if you let me. -Cedric

You read over the note quickly, and before you could turn to show Pansy, Draco had snatched it from your hands.

He read over it a few times, and each time, his eyes became wilder and wilder with furry. He began holding the paper so tightly that it threatened to rip under his grip.

"Diggory? Who does that git think he is?" Draco snarled, crumpling up the paper and tossing it into the table.

At the same time he stood from the table, dinner was incidentally dismissed. Everyone began to leave the hall, except for Draco, who seemed to be rushing towards the Hufflepuff table, towards Cedric.

You gathered the paper from the table before rushing after Draco. He moved through the crowd with ease. Anyone who hadn't cowered out of his way, he simply shoved out of the way. You were being knocked back and elbowed as you followed him, unable to muster the rage Draco seemed to walk with.

It must have been intimidating for Cedric, seeing Draco storming at him the way he did. His fists were clenched by his sides and his robes flew behind him as his legs moved quickly towards the taller boy.

When Draco finally reached Cedric, the way Cedric towered over Draco by a few inches did not matter. Draco held his wand to Cedric's throat, the action hidden by the crowd of students around them.

"Don't you ever even look at her again," you heard Draco say in a hushed, deadly tone.

"Why not?" Cedric asked, puffing his chest out and shoving Draco back. He collided with a few students behind him, but rebounded quickly, regaining his threatening attitude.

"She's with me," Draco snarled.

Cedric laughed and crossed his arms over his chest. All you could do was watch, you had no words as your hands shoved the crumpled paper into your robes. You felt Pansy next to you, wrapping her arm around you in a side hug as you both watched the boys.

"You haven't even asked her to the ball, Malfoy," Cedric spoke.

Before Draco could reply, Professor McGonagall glided between the boys. She held her hands out to both of them, palms out.

"Enough, dinner is over," she looked at everyone who had stopped to watch the interaction, "go to your common rooms," she yelled over the noise.

Cedric moved first, laughing at Draco and walking away with his friends.

Draco stood there for a moment, too angry to move.

You looked at him, wishing you could comfort him, but not finding it in your heart. You were too upset with him, filled with too many questions to worry about Draco. Your hand went to the note in your pocket, and you held it as a reminder.

Draco's eyes found yours, and before he could move towards you, you slipped out of Pansy's grasp and left the hall.

You had left Draco there, nothing to say about his little standoff with Cedric. You thought the whole thing had been ridiculous. You figured, however, that if you hadn't already been cross with Draco, you may have found his words a little romantic. He had, after all, said you were "with him".

You shuddered with nerves as your hand hovered over the doorknob to your Charms class. You didn't want to face Cedric, and you had been successfully avoiding Draco.

Part of you wanted to skip Charms entirely. You had finished your essay, you wouldn't be missing anything, but the idea of detention did not entice you.

You walked to your desk, seeing the back of Cedric's head as he sat in the seat next to yours.

"Hello, princess," he said, not lifting his head from the book he was reading.

He had been leaning back in his chair, the two front legs teetering off the ground. With a harsh kick from you, the chair landed on all fours and Cedric jolted forwards. You had been hoping he would fall backwards, but you can't win them all, you supposed.

"Cross with me?" he teased, bringing his arm to rest on the back of your chair.

You ignored him and pulled out your Potions textbook, opening it to your homework assignment.

"Oh come on," he said, pushing his hair out of his face, "I thought you'd like it."

He was talking about the note, you figured, and suddenly your cheeks felt hot as you remembered it was still in your pocket.

His mouth curled into a smile and he quickly pinched your pink cheek before you could slap his hand away.

"Ooooo," he called, leaning back again in his chair, "you did like it."

You ignored him, willing your cheeks to return to their normal color. You hated to admit it, but you still couldn't deny how attractive Cedric really was. His thin lips curved into an arrogant smirk, revealing his white teeth. His green eyes were alight with mischief and entertainment. His sharp jaw entranced you.

You couldn't even distract yourself with thoughts of Draco. Every time you thought of him, you got angrier with him.

You successfully ignored Cedric for the rest of Charms, and now you were trying to avoid Draco as you walked through the courtyard with Pansy.

"They’re both such idiots," you complained, your books clutched tight to your chest, "Diggory's making a fool of himself and Malfoy is making a fool of me."

Pansy sighed heavily, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

"You're not a fool, no one thinks your a fool," Pansy reassured you, "Draco isn't held of that high of an opinion around here."

Pansy's words had almost soothed you, but once again, you couldn't help but feel a familiar sadness creep over you. Even if other people didn't notice that Draco hadn't asked you, you certainly did. He was making your life much harder than it needed to be.

Cedric saw you from where he sat with his housemates. He leapt from the bench and bounded over to you. He casually shoved off Pansy's arm, before either of you noticed he was there, and replaced it with his arm.

"Hey, princess," he said familiarly.

"Shove off, Cedric," you pushed his arm off your shoulder.

He simply laughed and took a step ahead of you, standing in front of you and Pansy, blocking your path.

"What do you want Diggory?" Pansy asked.

Your hands were wrapped so tightly around your books, your knuckles were turning a starch white.

"Just wanted to let y/n that my offer still stands," he said to Pansy. He turned towards you, "I'd still love to take you to the ball."

You let out an empty laugh, feeling completely exhausted. Pansy rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. She walked away, leaving you with Cedric.

"Haven't you ever heard, Diggory," you heard Draco's voice from behind you, "that three's a crowd?"

When he finally came to your side, he made no move to touch you, and part of you was grateful. You were still so upset with him that you may have just shaken off his touch.

"Oh, Malfoy," Cedric drawled, looking between the two of you, "I'm sure y/n wouldn't mind if you left."

Draco let out a sarcastic laugh that sounded a bit like a growl. You rolled your eyes, bracing yourself for another pitiful interaction like the one at dinner.

"I was simply asking her to the ball, she's been looking quite lonely these days," Cedric said, taking a step closer to you and Draco.

Before Draco could reply, you slammed your books into his chest for him to hold. Stepping up to Cedric, you had to tilt your head upwards to fully look him in the eye.

"You arrogant prick," you started, feeling a wave of anger wash over you, "how dare you talk about me as if I'm some sort of object," you took in a shaky breath, "like a toy for you two to pass back and forth."

You whipped around to scowl at Draco too, and he looked down, ashamed.

You saw the beginnings of a smile of Cedric's face, and your anger bubbled. You winded your hand back to slap him, but Draco's quick grasp stopped you. Cedric had flinched, and you laughed dryly. Nodding to Draco, assuring him you wouldn't slap Cedric, he dropped your hand. You took a step back from Cedric and he still looked smugly at you. You spat on the ground between you two, some landing on his shoe. He stepped back in disgust and looked at you like you were crazy.

"Fuck off," Draco hissed, coming to your side again.

You let him stay there, watching Cedric retreat to his friends.

You began to walk away from Draco as you had done at the great hall, but his hand on your bicep stopped you.

"Y/n," he said sadly, "can we talk?"

You looked into his silver eyes and saw the look of regret on his face. You turned to face him, putting a few feet between you two.

"Are you cross with me?" he asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

You scoffed and folded your arms over your chest.

"Why?" he asked softly, taking your reply as a yes, and stepping towards you.

"Are you serious?" you asked, genuinely wondering if he had no idea why you were upset. Was he really as daft as Pansy said?

"Yes, you've been upset all week and I don't know what I've done. Have I done something?" he asked. Hearing the desperation in his voice softened you. You supposed he actually was that daft, and you couldn't blame him for that.

"The ball, Draco," your voice was almost a whisper, afraid tears might spillover, "you never asked me."

Draco took another step forward and pulled his hands from his pockets. He reached for yours, and you let him hold your hands.

"Really? That's why you've been cross with me?" He sounded like he had an epiphany, like he couldn't have possibly imagined that's what was wrong.

"Yes, Draco," you sighed, giving up on your anger and allowing yourself to be vulnerable, "it made me think..." you trailed off, unable to will yourself to say what it made you think of yourself.

"What?" Draco pushed.

"I don't know Dray, it'll sound stupid," you dropped your eyes to the ground, your head tilting downwards.

"Tell me," his hand moved to lift your head, forcing your eyes to his.

"It-" your voice cracked, "It made me think you didn't want me, like you didn't want people to see us like that," you refused to let yourself cry, but the tears could be heard in your voice.

Draco held his mouth open, his brows lifted in shock. He pulled you both over to the base of a tree, out of sight of anyone else in the courtyard. He held you close to him.

"I would never want you to think that, y/n," he rubbed his hand soothingly on your back as he hugged you.

You lifted your head from his chest, looking up at him.

"Then why didn't you ask me?"

"Oh," he started, looking away from you, "well now I feel a bit stupid," he said sheepishly.

You waited for him to answer.

"I had just thought," he pressed his lips into a thin line, thinking of how to word his thoughts, "I had thought, that we were already going together. I think I forgot to ask you."

You recoiled away from him, looking at him with amazement. Here stood the boy with the best marks in your year, impeccable wit, and an unwavering reputation, admitting that he forgot to ask his girlfriend to the Yule Ball.

You let out a high laugh that surprised Draco. He looked at you, waiting for your fit to end, but you had doubled over with laughter. You clutched your stomach and tears brimmed your eyes.

Once you finally recovered, Draco expected the slap you were prepared to give Diggory earlier.

Instead, you launched yourself into his arms, which he hesitantly wrapped around you.

"Oh, Draco," you exclaimed, "you idiot!'

Your smile was bright, which confused Draco the most. He had just seen you at your wit's end, prepared for you to break up with him, and here you were, arms wrapped around his neck and placing little kisses all over his face in delight.

"Does this mean you'll go to the ball with me?" Draco asked nervously.

"Yes," you replied, subdued, "I suppose I could go with you."

Watching you come down the girls' dormitory stairs, Draco's breath caught in his throat. He nervously toyed with the flower he had for you behind his back, his eyes roaming all over you, trying to look at everything at once.

You looked stunning. You had sent an owl to your mother, telling her all about the dress you wanted and a week later, your owl had a large box with him in the owlery.

It was perfect, it fell elegantly in the right places. You felt Draco's eyes on you as you looked down at the steps, careful walking down in heals.

He immediately embraced you, his hands pressing you into him by your lower back. When he released you, one hand stayed at your hip as he felt the wonderful material of your dress. He pulled the flower up to your face between you, and you leaned in to smell it. Taking it from him, you kissed his cheek.

"Thank you, Dray," you whispered in his ear.

You were glad you hadn't worn lipstick, because with the force Draco kissed you with, you were sure it would have been all over the both of you.

Pulling away feeling dazed, you allowed him to lead you out of the dungeons and to the great hall.

The two of you walked through the tall doors, your arm looped with his. A few people standing by the walls watched as the two of you swept through the crowd.

Draco led you to the dance floor when a slow song came on. His strong hands gripped your waist, your hands rested around his neck, and your cheek was pressed against his chest. The soft, white material of his shirt felt comforting under you.

“Have I made it up to you?” Draco asked, bending to speak into your ear.

You pulled your face back so he could see you pretending to be in deep thought.

“I suppose you have,” you said smoothly, looking up at him.

He looked beautiful. His hair fell over his forehead, parted at the side. His pink lips were twisted into a peaceful smile as he looked at you. He rolled up the sleeves to his dress shirt at some point, exposing his toned forearms.

“I want you to be happy, y/n” he said, pulling you close to him.

“I’m happy with you, Draco,” you replied, your voice muffled from being pressed against his chest again.

“I’m happy with you, too,” he whispered.

That night, after you two had stumbled down the stairs to the dungeons, Draco stood with you in front of your dormitory door. He had a blissful smile on his face, content with staring at you all night.

You pulled him towards you by the collar of his dress shirt, your fists still wrapped around the cloth as he tumbled into you, pressing you against the wall.

You kissed him hard, your tongue grazing his bottom lip. You felt him shudder against you, his hands bunching up the sides of your dress as he gripped onto your waist.

You hands pushed through his hair, and ran your fingernails down his back, making him shudder again. You smirked into the kiss, and he pressed his body against you even harder. He slipped his leg between yours, the dress gathering at his leg. Your chests were pressed against each other and you could feel his fast heartbeat and heavy breathing.

“Y/n,” he moaned, moving his swollen lips to kiss your jaw.

He began chanting little praises as he moved down your neck, calling you beautiful, amazing, wonderful.

Your hands gripped his biceps as he reached the spot just below your ear, making you whimper beneath him. At the sound, he moaned again, panting against your neck.

“Hey guys,” Pansy said casually, “mind if I slip past ya?”

You and Draco pulled apart awkwardly, he turned his back towards Pansy, presumably hiding something in his pants. You wiped your swollen lips and fixed your hair.

You began to giggle wildly, causing Pansy to giggle. Her intoxicated hands couldn’t manage the doorknob to your shared room. You began to heartily laugh as you watched her hand continuously slip off. She slammed her shoulder into the door, and she stumbled back, nearly falling. She must have had a lot of Fred and George’s after-party-punch.

You held her up, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. Draco moved to open the door for you, and you walked in with Pansy.

She was still giggling as you guided her to her bed. She flung herself onto it, and you moved to take her heals off. You pulled the blanket over your friend and turned to Draco.

“Sorry about tha-” you started.

“Oh no, don’t, it’s fine” Draco interrupted, that enchanted smile back on his face.

You smiled back at him, both of you feeling completely and utterly smitten with the other.

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thefatlannister · 6 years

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do you think they’ll come back to the whole “how’d you do it” convo with bellamy and clarke and he’ll find out about how she radioed him everyday? or do you think that was that cus it felt like a good place for her to tell him but she was also like yeet when an emotional aspect to the conversation came up

Well this is the question isn’t it?? I think everyone in the Bellarke fandom is probably asking themselves this right now.

So, I’ve been team “I don’t think they’re going to address the 2199 calls” since the beginning of the season. That’s for a couple of reasons: 1) I’m trying to lower my own expectations lol but mostly 2) Clarke does NOT say Bellamy’s name in 5x01, Eden. She says his name in the call at the end of 4x13, but the writers do not have Clarke SAY BELLAMY’s NAME in 5x01. Now, it’s extremely clear from context that he’s who she’s talking to (”I’m proud of you” + “this would be so much easier if I knew you were alive” + calling her other friends by name).

So it’s not that I don’t think we’re meant to think Clarke was talking to Bellamy the whole time; it’s that after an 11 month hiatus, if “Clarke radioing Bellamy” was about to become a Big Romantic Catalyst for bellarke, I would expect the writers to really flag it in 5x01 by having Clarke say his name, thus kind of putting a pin in that for the general audience. So, going in to 505, I was very pessimistic about the chances of Clarke’s The Notebook calls to Bellamy ever being relevant again.

BUT THEN

When I was watching this scene, when Bellamy asked, “how did you do it?” I literally froze because - are they really going to go there??? are they really going to have her TELL him that she spoke to him every day?? that the memory of him, his love, his partnership, was what got her through?? Because honestly, between the pause and Eliza’s acting, and the awkward way the scene ended - with the conversation LITERALLY UNFINISHED - that’s how it FEELS. It feels like she was about to tell him that he helped keep her alive, but then she chickened out at the last minute.

Like, idk what the stage directions were, but Eliza’s acting here makes Clarke’s hesitation in response to this question very clear. And if the answer is only and always just “Madi,” what awkwardness is there to be had??? In any sort of just world, this “omission” on Clarke’s part is a set up for her to reveal, down the road, probably when her and Bellamy are embroiled in some sort of angsty conflict, that it was in fact HIM that helped her survive 6 years without a peer on the ground.

Now, I’m also not going to pretend that this show always does what is just lol. They drop threads all the time, and as Bellarke has been building for seasons now, there are several scenes that were seemingly set-ups for later reveals that were pretty much forgotten (2x09 “Love is weakness”/”I was being weak” and 4x06 “Clarke, if we don’t see each other again-” come to mind). However, there are a couple of reasons that I feel like s5 might be the season where these kinds of ~romantic bellarke~ threads actually come home to roost.

One of the reasons I think that is something that a lot of fandom, included myself, has picked up on, which is the relatively muted nature of Bellamy’s reaction to finding out Clarke is alive. Like, the cast and writers have told us until they’re blue in the face that Bellamy is less “heart” than he used to be, less fiery, but there’s a difference between finding balance and like, not having a visible/visceral/conflicted emotional reaction to finding out that, contrary to what you believed, you weren’t responsible for killing your best friend/partner/woman you’re lowkey in love with by proxy.

Like Bellamy is clearly happy to have Clarke back, but he hasn’t verbalized really ANYTHING about how it feels to have this huge bomb dropped on him after he lived his life for six years in honor of her. After he mourned her and missed her and memorialized her and moved on from her. This omission of a nuanced reaction on Bellamy’s part makes me think either 1) the writers really fucked up and don’t care bout Bellamy/bellarke or 2) They’re saving big relationship-defining angst feelings about the Separation and Reunion for midseason Bellarke angst. Needless to say I’m hoping it’s door #2.

What does that have to do with the truncated fireside chat scene? Well, in my deepest darkest Bellarke wet dream fantasies, they have some blow up fights or angsty as shit moments later this season where all of these omissions and half truths and old wounds get put on the table, subsequently setting fire to the tentative automatic partnership bellarke have fallen back into. Something else that makes me hope we’re in for some knock-down, drag-out emotionally raw air-clearing angst is, of course, the last shot of 505.

So I don’t know if the show is really going to go full love triangle, and honestly I don’t much care, because THIS SHOT is intentional. Arguably, the shot of Clarke’s reaction to becho kissing is the first objectively nonplatonic framing of bellarke in the show. This shot tells me the show is ready to acknowledge in some way that Bellamy and Clarke’s feelings for each other go beyond platonic partnership. And to me, THAT means the door is open for all their baggage to come home to roost later this season. Because we as a fandom know that if the writers ever had Clarke and Bellamy really fully put all their feelings on the table, there would be no backpedaling into platonic territory. But if they’re willing to frame shots like the one above, I think they might finally be ready to stop just dropping hints and actually follow their own trail of bread crumbs to some MAJOR developments on the bellarke front.

Which brings me back around (finally) to your questions: will Clarke ever tell Bellamy that she called him every day for six years? The short answer is i don’t know!! If we do indeed get some relationship-changing moments between Bellarke, I would say it is highly possible, even likely, because this fact would be such an emotional bombshell for them - for Clarke, because she would essentially be admitting out loud that she loves Bellamy, and for Bellamy because he wouldn’t be able to escape the implications of Clarke staying so intimately connected to him for 6 years while he thought she was DEAD.

And THAT’S why I think Clarke hesitated. Because Clarke had six years to come to terms with the fact that she loves Bellamy, a fact that she was able to work out for herself by “confiding” in him every day. But when Bellamy comes back down, she realizes that she was in love with the Bellamy that LEFT, the Bellamy that has remained static, a ghost at the other end of her radio for six years. But this Bellamy is solid and real and DIFFERENT and, as she finds out at the end of 505, this new Bellamy is someone else’s. This Bellamy has moved on from her in a way that she never did from him.

So while I’m betting Clarke at the end of 505 was glad she hadn’t spilled the beans about Bellamy being her personal diary for 6 years earlier in the ep, I think it is a Definite Possibility that this fact comes back up at the MOST inconvenient (read: most CONVENIENT, for me) time so that Bellarke can really lean into that fucking angst like I know they want to. *Clarke voice* I still have hope. Here’s to the possibility of emotionally fraught Fights and Reconciliations and Realizations, anon.

#ask mj #accidental meta again i guess #have some s5 bellarke thoughts #bellarke #bellarke meta #my meta #s5 spec #i guess #i just REALLY wanna believe the awkwardness/truncated nature of that scene Meant Something #im probably 100 percent wrong but whatevs

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